It’s been a lot of universe-jumping in a relatively small timeframe, even for a man who had firsthand experience with this sort of thing. It’s been exhausting, running them ragged trying to keep up: some worlds have been more enjoyable than others, but for him, it’s felt like a slippery downhill slide ever since his own Earth. This one is a particular nadir, although he doesn’t want to say as much to Ellie.

There’s that small beat as her sentence sinks in, though, and it’s like he’s assessing the statement, trying to gauge whether or not that sounded like a joke. Strange blinks. Then:

“Wait, is that for real? Have you actually literally farmed sheep?”